Life is wonderful.

The highlight of my evening was you calling me "ma cherie" again. I am glad to be your cherie, and will gladly be so for as long as you will call me such.

You make me dizzy.

Love for a child.

The guy who wrote all the mean stuff on my Creative Writing story died earlier last month. I was upset but it was like I couldn't process it, like I kept expecting him to say "hey, I've been hiding out in Bermuda all this time."

Today I discovered that he shot himself.

I feel nothing. And I wish I could.